The next morning, Jimin awoke an absolute mess. His regular morning routine had been tossed out the window as not even a wink of sleep had claimed him. Instead, thoughts of Jungkook's lips and tongue pressed to his neck as well as the strange boy in his arms had his mind held hostage.
What was he supposed to do this day? How was he supposed to face Jungkook after the things he had asked from him? Would the brunette divulge the little intimate moment they had on the couch just last night? It made his head hurt, just mulling all of the possibilities over.
"Jimin, darling, are you awake? You're going to be late for school, hun. I told you you shouldn't have invited somebody over last night," his mother's voice echoed from the other side of the door, causing Jimin to grumble almost inaudibly. He wasn't in the mood to face her, or anyone for that matter. And he was supposed to survive school this day?
Jimin whimpered, throwing his legs over the side of his bed. "Yeah, I'm awake," he called out as he balled his fists up, rubbing at his eyes. He knew something was wrong when he had no reaction to the fact that he was risking showing up late to school. He didn't even want to go today. Which was extremely odd for him.
"I have to go but I made breakfast and there's some left overs sitting on the kitchen table. Help yourself and I hope you have a good day, sweetheart," she said before Jimin heard her heels clicking away against the hardwood floor. Not long after that he heard the front door close.
Jimin rubbed at his tuft of black hair swiftly, proceeding to raise his arms into the air for a long stretch. His shirt lifted to show his belly, prompting a shiver to course down his spine. He rolled his pink tongue over his lips to moisten them as he stood up and made his way to the bathroom. There, he washed himself up and brushed his teeth in the warm shower.
And getting dressed wasn't any easier as he just decided to throw on a pair of sweatpants as well as a black hoodie and a pair of sneakers. It was evident that no effort had been put into his appearance as most days he wore proper jumpers with pants and sleek shoes.
After that, he made his way downstairs, fully expecting to be greeted by the vacancy of his home. But to his surprise, his father was seated at the dinner table with a mug of coffee in his hand, a newspaper held lazily in the other.
"I thought you would have left early this morning," Jimin said as his eyes caught the mouthwatering plate of pancakes on the dinner table.
"I'm not going in until later," he replied flatly as he folded up his newspaper, placing it on the table. He then looked up at his son past his glasses as he took a sip out of his coffee. "Why?"
"Oh, it was just a thought," Jimin said as he rubbed at his nape, finding it hard to hold his father's hooded gaze. "It's just that I never really see you around. You're always gone. Surprised, is all, I guess."
His father hummed as he put down his mug of coffee. "You're busy, too, no? With school."
Jimin nodded his head. "Of course. Always." He smiled.
His father arched a brow in question as his eyes traveled from his son's sneakers to the hood over his head. "You sure don't look like you're busy. What's with that?" he asked, motioning to all of Jimin.
"What? Oh, this?" Jimin questioned with a nervous chuckle as he gripped the hem of his hoodie. "I just finished my work out," he lied.
His father hummed. "Well, I have to go to work. Make sure you clean yourself up before you head to school," he announced as he stood up from his seat, adjusting the collar of his work shirt.
And Jimin couldn't help but notice something on his neck. Also the fact that his father just finished saying he didn't have to go in until later.
"Okay. Have a good day."
His father nodded his head, taking off swiftly.
The door soon closed once again, the familiar feeling of loneliness filling the four walls of his house. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. He knew he had to keep his hood on the for the rest of the day, otherwise people would ask questions.
Jimin grabbed his bag, exiting his home to hop into his car. The sudden growl of a started motorcycle caused him to jolt. He peered to his right, Jungkook straddling the seat of his bike as he toyed with a helmet in his hands.
"There's no way he's getting to school before I do," Jimin stated aloud as he turned the ignition, prepared to reverse out of his driveway. Only no matter how hard he pressed, he wasn't moving.
"What now?" he sighed as he hopped out of his car, only to find that his tires had been slashed.
"What the hell!" Jimin yelled as he placed his interlaced hands on his neck, looking up to the sky. There was no fucking way this was happening to him right now. He turned his attention to Jungkook who stalked down the street with his motorcycle, stopping momentarily. He pulled his helmet off of his head, shaking his curly strands out of his eyes to rove Jimin's flustered state.
"What's up?" he asked casually, causing Jimin to leer at him.
"You slashed my tires, didn't you!" The brunette was swift to accuse him, pointing a finger at Jungkook.
Jungkook chuckled. "Holy shit, someone slashed your tires?"
Jimin sighed. "This isn't funny, Jungkook! I'm going to be late for school now. I know I asked for you to kiss me and I pushed you away, but this is way too far!"
Jungkook bit down on his cheek. He removed himself from his motorcycle, placing his helmet on the seat. He tucked some of his hair behind his ear before placing his hands on his hips, studying Jimin.
"You really think I'd slash your tires, Jimin? You're a pain in the ass but not by that much," Jungkook said bluntly, causing Jimin to huff.
"I don't believe you," he said stubbornly as he crossed his arms, looking away with petty.
Jungkook sniffed. "Is that right, Park? When would I have found time to slash your tires when I was busy with another boy all night? And I know you saw me, Park."
Jimin blushed a deep crimson, recalling the very vivid image of Jungkook's tongue working it's way into that same boy's mouth. The same boy that for some reason started to tick him off.
"I - I... I don't know," he stuttered, now completely losing his cool. He was very determined to keep his gaze locked onto his feet, however his plans changed completely as a finger hooked beneath his chin, causing his nose to brush Jungkook's as he was forced to look up rather abruptly.
"I'm sure you know exactly what's going on in that head of yours," Jungkook whispered so closely that Jimin could feel the brunette's hot breath gust over his lips.
"Suh-stop," Jimin breathed, feeling Jungkook's fingers push past some of his hoodie to brush the hickie that rested on his neck.
Jungkook then leveled his mouth with Jimin's ear, whispering deeply. "Next time you feel the need to blame me for something without concrete evidence, just remember how quickly I can have you falling to your knees in submission, hm?"
Jimin hated how his husky voice made him tremble, and the cocky smirk on his lips only made his case worse. Literally, he felt his knees buckle and he had to steady himself with the back of his car. He then processed the fact that they were outside, totally vulnerable in the eyes of watching strangers. So he pushed Jungkook back, the latter stumbling although catching balance.
"Go away," Jimin ordered with a prominent glare.
"Don't want a ride, Park?" Jungkook asked teasingly as he ran a hand through his curls, and Jimin knew just exactly what he was doing. Push and pull.
"I'll walk. Leave." Jimin folded his arms as he stared at the ground.
"Suit yourself." Jungkook laughed as he hopped onto his motorcycle, helmet placed on his head. He started it up, the revving of it causing Jimin to jump yet again. The brunette drove away, leaving Jimin an annoyed and confused mess.
He walked to the passenger seat of his car, grabbing his bag. He couldn't believe he was walking, but he supposed he had no other choice. And he most definitely was not going to hop on the back of Jungkook's motorcycle. That was just a recipe for disaster.
During Jimin's walk, his mind did a lot of wandering. But more specifically to that boy he'd seen multiple times in Jungkook's arms. It bothered him, and he wasn't too sure why. Probably because they were two boys kissing.
"Well the thought doesn't irk me as much as it used to," he muttered quietly to himself as he watched his sneakers scuff the pavement beneath him. And it was true. For some reason the idea of two boys kissing didn't send him over the edge. Obviously he still thought rather lowly of it, but not to certain extremities.
Suddenly he heard a loud honk, causing him to jump. God, he was tired of being frightened by singing vehicles. He peered over his shoulder, spotting Jason and Eric stalking beside him in a truck.
"Jimin, what's up? Why are you walking, dude?" Jason asked as his attention flitted from the road to the boy in question.
Jimin shrugged. He wasn't going to tell his friends that his tires had been slashed, because they most likely would have just made fun of him for it.
"Well hop in the back. We'll take you to school," Jason suggested, his vehicle rolling to a stop.
"I guess so," Jimin agreed as he pulled open the truck door, slipping into the back. His nose scrunched in effect of the less than lovely smell, as well as how dirty it was. "Do you ever clean up in here? It's a pig sty."
Jason and Eric both laughed. "It doesn't have to be clean if I bone all of my chicks at the house," the former reasoned as he pulled away from the curb.
"Is that right?" Jimin asked uninterestedly, already disliking where this ride along was headed.
"Yeah - oh, and Jimin, why are you dressed like you just rolled out of bed?" Eric questioned as Jason drove surprisingly smooth down the street.
Jimin rolled his eyes, although unseen by his friends. "Maybe I did just roll out of bed and get dressed. I'm not feeling very good this morning."
Eric released an exaggerated gasp. "The Park Jimin, catching a cold? That's unheard of," he said mockingly.
"You guys are a bunch of clowns," Jimin grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring out the window. He clearly wasn't sick. Or maybe he was? He did ask a boy to kiss his neck, after all.
Both of the boys laughed, and soon they pulled up in front of the school. However Jason decided to stop at Tim Hortons on the way, which made them late. Although Jimin sort of knew his fate as soon as he decided to hitch a ride.
"I could have gotten you something, Jimin," Eric said as they hopped out of the truck, making their way into the school.
Jimin shrugged. "Just didn't really want anything," he responded shortly as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweats, treading behind his friends as they reached their lockers.
"Okay, and what's up with the hood? It's getting warmer out, bud," Jason mentioned as he pulled his very little amount of material out of his locker, closing the door shut and locking it.
"Bed head," he said as he did just the same, piling together his textbooks and binders.
Eric and Jason both exchanged suspicious whispers as they then turned to Jimin, causing the latter to raise a brow at them. And before he knew it, his hood had been tugged off of his head.
"Guys, what the heck?" Jimin frowned as he struggled with one free hand to fix it.
Eric pouted. "Aw, it's not even that bad. I was hoping for - wait, what the hell is that?"
Jimin peered at him past his lashes. "What do you mean? What is what?" he said as he continued to adjust his hood.
"Is that a fucking hickey?" Jason pitched in.
"What? No! It's not a hickey... now keep your voices down before I shove my feet in your guys' mouths," Jimin threatened softly yet vehemently.
They both shrugged. "Whatever you say," Jason raised both of his brows as well as his shoulders, although smiling deviously afterward. A smile that was hard to miss.
"Okay, well let's get to class," Jimin suggested uneasily as he led the way, all of them filing into their English classroom.
The teacher was quick to address them and their tardiness, however moved on very quickly as they'd chosen their seats, stuffing their noses into the work as soon as the time had come - well, just Jimin, for the most part.
"So, Jimin," Jason started aloud, causing all of the students to look their way. "Which hottie gave you the hickey?"
Jimin felt his blood run cold. He surveyed his surroundings, more or less finding every possible set of eyes locked on him. Rooting him in place as he furrowed his brows, slightly gaping at Jason.
"Dude, what the hell? I told you to keep your mouth shut," he chided.
"Come on, Jimin. Just having fun," Jason laughed, however Eric seemed kind of uncertain about it all. Of course he loved to tease Jimin, but public humiliation was just a whole other story.
"Jason, that's enough. You've interrupted my classes far enough and I'm tired of giving out warnings. Especially considering you've brought Jimin into it. Please head to the office," their teacher ordered while arms crossed over their chest, staring at the boy with a look of displeasure.
Jason shrugged. "Whatever. It's not like I'm going to get in trouble, anyways," he sassed with a shrug as he walked out of the classroom lazily, sure to send Jimin a teasing smile before dissapearing completely.
Eric peered to his left, unmistakably finding Jimin with his teeth sunken into his bottom lip, eyes glossed over and surely about to erupt with tears.
"Hey, you, are you okay?" Eric spoke softly as he brushed Jimin's shoulder, causing the boy to wince. He immediately pulled away with a frown. "That was too far. I'm sorry."
Jimin just nodded his head, and without a word, stood up from his chair and ran to the bathroom. He believed that he possibly could have held it in, but as soon as that three word question had popped up, he knew that that was his breaking point. But of course he only discovered that today, because nobody ever took the time to question whether he was okay or not.
Everyone believed he was perfect.
They didn't know he had issues eating, because he was afraid of gaining weight.
They didn't know he skipped breakfast almost every morning.
They didn't know that he was a human capable of making mistakes.
And so as soon as he reached the bathroom, he was prepared to let all of the tears run free.
That was until a familiar voice knocked him from his thoughts.
"Woah, Park. First you ask me to kiss your neck and then you follow me into the bathroom?" the brunette joked as he finished drying up his hands, tossing his paper towel into the garbage can.
It was only then when he turned around had he noticed two tear trails lining Jimin's red cheeks, sliping down the curve of his jaw to reach his neck.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's up?" Jungkook asked, his playfulness immediately being pushed aside as he approached the distressed boy standing before him.
Jimin just shook his head. Because he knew that if he opened his mouth, he'd be guaranteed to sob.
"That's okay. You don't have to tell me. Do you want a hug?" Jungkook suggested as he held his arms out lazily, watching Jimin's face intently.
And evidently he had been mulling the thought over before nodding his head softly, allowing his body to collide gently with Jungkook's.
Jungkook let out a small hiss, bruises still fresh as Jimin peered up at him with a protruding bottom lip and an apologetic look in his eyes.
Jungkook shook his head softly with a small smile. "You're okay, Park," he whispered into his ear gingerly, admitting that he loved the feeling of the petite boy melting perfectly into his frame.
And after roughly a minute of hugging, Jimin eventually pulled away. Unfortunately, a handful of pesky tears managed to leave him, soaking Jungkook's top. But the latter clearly didn't mind as he wet his own hands with the salty globules as the pads of his thumbs brushed Jimin's cheeks.
The ravenette sniffled, shying away as Jungkook's soft touched lingered on his cheeks.
"I don't know what happened, but if you want to talk about it, I'm here. I know how lonely the world can feel. I can make it a little less, but only if you let me."